Disclosure

the view from underneith a tree - the sun shining through the leaves,  shadows falling while lost in thought

Aberrant words on typewriter,
Untamed lyrics floating on my coaxed eyes
Longitudinal waves coincide here, an apparatus of dust
Shaken dreams, like a mirage of ghost
Bisect and dilute your reality into my wine.
Speak rhythm.
spill your black cuts onto my yearning lips
Screech the thunders underneath,
shout and scream, kiss the scream

Words often pinch naked souls.
salt and pepper, tobacco and vapour
Twinings of butter pokes the stratospheric coherence,
Something appears blue, something still a clue.
Beneath the sound of every clap exists a hand
few are coloured while the others are lost,
Turquoise water, hazel Earth
preach me the alien tales of your body,
make me rain
make me rhyme
make me discovered.

©My Valiant Soul


A new Place

 

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I have travelled the soils of Africa and beyond the sustenance of crisp air,
Like an empty bowl of the eclipse, succumb trees, galvanized moisture,
My eyes speak unspoken words, unruly truth, my naked eye is poisonous often.
Amenable spikes of charcoal reside here, I wander and wander.
To a place, I visited once, I saw liquor and sad eyes, that was my home.

I see here residue of hopes and an unknown particle, effete smells of unknown skin, What is this place, I have come to?

My palpable arms hurt the Meraki created by the previous storms, yet I see hideous smiles. Above the lustrous Earth and below the clandestine sky, I stand like the virgin flower, dead or alive, insouciant caricature.

©My Valiant Soul


 

You are beautiful

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Tear off the mask, your face is glorious”— Rumi

Unscathed beams of sunshine ripple along your pious cheeks,
There lie a canopy of precious words,
decorating your soul with white beauty,
where rivers of unruffled jasmine travel.
The scent is you, like a home of lavender candles
burning your mind, your beautiful mind.
Fabrication of art and beauty lies in your smile
Titanic view of sunrays, a holy reflection of poetry.
Seduction of smells entices your body like an opening of a lotus.
You evolve like the skin of the moon.
So, I become your hidden reflection.

©My Valiant Soul